You stand with your family
looking at me with eyes full of hate–
angry at god-knows-what
since god-knows-when–
glaring at the lawyer, the clerk, the judge,
your mortal enemies without a grudge.
You shift the glare
to burn a hole through my heart.
Startled, I glance back without anger,
only deep loss at the part
where the last thing we ever share
is the papers you hand over
to set us both apart.
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I was lucky that both my divorces were mutually agreed, painless, and relatively friendly. But you capture that moment so well, Shaily.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete!
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